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T.R.

T.R.

Ideas of Ideas

I lie on my bed
A pen in my hand
My brain does not stand
I cant use my hand
I don’t understand
 
Don’t know what to write
I look at the wall
See signs of a brawl
I think that i might
Not write it at all
 
I look at the floor
Ideas don’t flow
Frustration to grow
I look at the door
Maybe i should go
 
I walk through the park
Sit under a tree
Idea maybe
I play with the bark
Still nothing to see
 
Return to my home
Sit down on a chair
I look everywhere
Ideas alone
I cant find them there
 
I talk to a friend
Announce lack of thought
I hear what they’ve got
It comes to an end
I have what I’ve sought
 
So I go right back
Write on papers rough
It was not so tough
Ideas of lack
Ideas enough

Altre opere di T.R....
Strings

There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
 1
March

Gathering, Gimmicking, Frightening, Mimicking, Making the urge Of the march go away Symphony, Melody,
 1
More Than I Should

I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
Ember Man

Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
Kingdom of the Prince

In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
And Will She Ever

If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
Four Seats Empty, Six Seats Taken

Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
Stay to waste me. I waste you.

Perhaps it’s best to go other ways… You don’t feel as I do, Juat me, All of you, You all, me alone. And even with you all
Humanoid

Against my will I act like me I am not who I pretend I am only a humanoid on the inside I am a human on the out I see something in me
7th Of The Month

I walked in as I did every 7th of… And as I caught up on the situati… I noticed a fly go into the room. The fly landed on the wall Where the stains of the previous a…
Doves come From the Dark

I fall And as I fall I see black Black everywhere For my eyes are closed And they will not open
Before I Forget

I’m going to die I know that now For this I don’t lie For I don’t know how The words don’t come out
 3
As I Walked Up to the Drive

Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
The day of Question

Question told me as she spoke Answer now for Question’s sake She knew that she would provoke Messy questions Question made Question rode her Answer horse
Cliff

In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away



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